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You are Harold, a middle-aged man living in suburbia alone, nearly friendless, and working at a dead-end job at the DMV. Living is boring, generic, your shoulder threatens to give out under the pathetic weight of your life.
One late night of drinking later, you find yourself free-falling off a bridge. Upon impact, the water is soft, like velvet. Like waking up from a dream.
Well, shit. Sobriety catches up as you open your eyes. Surrounding you is an environment you haven't seen in ages. Instead of a raging river in the middle of winter, your empty apartment, or some dark alley with broken bottle shards scattered about. Rather, it's...
>the office from your first job?
>your high school?
>the chapel where your former fiance got cold feet?
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>>930450
>the chapel where your former fiance got cold feet?
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>>930450
>your high school?
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>>930457
It's that damn chapel where that bitch, Stacey, stood you up for that douchebag, Doctor David Dmitri! Your firsts curl as your body heats up, but for some reason your body feels younger, more spry.
A few minutes of checking out your body and post-freakout later, you've realized you've gone back in time! And, judging by your suit that smells of debt and insecurity through tradition, it's your supposed wedding day. The day you got stood up. But... you rub your hands together as years of spite and self-loathing rise to the surface. Perhaps it's time for a chance of pace?
>Get revenge on DDD and Bitch!Stacey
>Prank the wedding guests and propose to your hot cousin
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>>930508
>Get revenge on DDD and Bitch!Stacey
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>>930463
It's your high school from twenty years ago! Your firsts curl as your body heats up, memories of being shoved in the locker every months resurfacing, but for some reason your body feels younger, more spry. A few minutes of checking out your body and post-freakout later, you've realized you've gone back in time!
Judging by the graphic on your t shirt of a unicorn, the t shirt that was ruined on your first day as a freshman, even your sub-genius intellect can put two and two together. You woke up in an empty classroom since you were too shy to socialize before classes begun, only for a random snob to sneak up on your sleeping form and cut an obscene image on the shirt with some scissors as well as a haircut. Scanning the classroom, you recognize it as one of the science labs. Chemistry, to be more specific.
>Revenge. Use some acid and get the drop on your soon-to-be assailant.
>Hit on some chicks 'cause why not.
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>>930525
The darkest day in your history will never be forgotten, especially as you leave the chapel and guests behind you. Having a vague recollection of how Stacey spent today instead of at the altar, probably something involving sex and drugs with Doctor Dudebro Douchebag, you have an idea on when and where to execute your plan.
>Public embarrassment. Share this travesty with the entire world!
>Get your stuff out of the shared apartment and burn it down with her treasured belongings inside.
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>>930532
>Revenge. Use some acid and get the drop on your soon-to-be assailant.
Ambush
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>>930554
A quick glance at the clock reveals you have approximately five minutes to find or mix your own concoction of vengeance. Regrettably you don't have any lasting knowledge of such a trade, so you grab the first bottle that has dozens of warning symbols on it.
Armed and angry, you resume your sleeping position and play possum. Not only will you get revenge, but now you'll discover the identity of the person who started you down the path of loneliness and despair. Soon, the warning bell rings and someone enters the room.
You tense in wait, but keep your breathing steady. A quick peek through your arms reveal your assailant to be... your only friend, Chad? The one who kind of but not really stood with you all throughout high school, and he did it after betraying you? Is that why he became so popular all of the sudden? No wonder nobody would inform you the truth.
>Confront him before he gets any ideas.
>Smash the bottle in his face.
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>>930576
>Smash the bottle in his face.
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>>930576
>Confront him before he gets any ideas.
Such a Chad.
Traitor
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>>930576
Ow, what the fuck bro? You've cracked his skull, and he's bleeding out his eye sockets.
>Walk away
>Piss on his corpse and laugh
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>>930614
"Dude!" you scream just as he reaches down with some scissors, a wicked grin on his face. "What the fuck are you trying to do?"
"Uh," Chad says, freezing, the scissors in his hands. He lowers it, hanging his head in shame. "Just thought I'd punk ya, bro."
"Don't bro me, you asshole!" You raise the bottle in your clenched fist. Chad hasn't hit his growth spurt yet, so you have time to land a good punch. However, people are starting to stream into the classroom, and soon the teacher will follow.
>Make an example out of him and nail him in the jewels.
>Break the bottle on yourself and pretend he assaulted you.
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>>930645
>Break the bottle on yourself and pretend he assaulted you.
Time to pretend to be the victim
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>>930645
>>Make an example out of him and nail him in the jewels.
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